Cold water is brought to Amelia's lips and the girl sips, grateful for that cool sensation that trickles down her throat. "There, you're awake now. It's gonna get dark soon so best get a move on." Seven and Twelve hover over her with contrasting sympathies before leaving the bottle and letting Amelia take her time getting up. The girl blinks, having slept on the couch for a long while after the hypnosis session had ended. Vaguely she recalls being asked if she wanted to be counted up and escorted out once again or if she'd prefer to stay under and ride it out. "Mm..." Her eyes scan around for sign of the one who hypnotised her but Amelia finds herself alone, which she understands. They're a very busy person and she's just some college girl following them around asking annoying questions. 

Amelia walks to the changing room and sighs, remembering how exciting it felt to be seen naked by... she still doesn't know their name. Just a stranger who has her so mixed up, so vulnerable and needy. When she wasn't treated like a plaything in her master's lap during the hypnosis session, Amelia was almost disappointed, the same girl who hasn't had a sexual fantasy in her entire life until now. In reality she just spent a while being talked to, having her trance deepened in a very educational manner that makes her want to go and say thank you. Just another excuse, of course. 

As the girl tries to find her clothes in the neat pile where the other slaves leave theirs, the two who dressed her earlier enter with sly grins and point her to the other side of the room. Ah right, another reminder that she isn't really one of them. Before Amelia can slap her cheeks and snap herself out of these feelings, or blame them on the post-hypnotic haze she already shook off on the walk over here, the rope-bound slaves sit her down in the chair with a shared playful smile. "Owner told us to give you a parting gift." The one in black rope confesses as the other unzips Amelia's dress and helps her out of it. The two strip her down and Amelia distantly wishes there was a fourth person in the room to watch, her nudity almost feeling wasted right now. "Now, pick a colour! Any colour will do, well, if we have it."

"Purple?" The student blurts passively, watching as the stranger's stranger playthings dig out a long length of glossy palatinate rope that has her eyes widening in sudden understanding. "O-oh, uhm... sure, go ahead." Not that her permission was ever asked but then, would they have forced it onto her if she'd refused? A part of Amelia wonders what that might be like, being forcibly tied up by a pair of mischievous pets, each bound in rope of their own suggesting a wicked cycle that she's now beholden to. Amelia's thoughts have been getting stranger lately. 

Rope is looped and tied around her body in a pattern of diamonds descending from her neck to her hips, Amelia appreciating how the rope does not compress her chest and feeling used to it all too quickly, something else to go with the collar and nothing more. "It's not too tight is it?" The girl flashes back to the stranger asking her the very same question in the very same spot, making her feel weak in the knees like she's developed a schoolgirl crush. 

"No... it's fine. Can I take this home, then? I can uh... take better notes..." The two women giggle and nod, pulling Amelia's clothing back on over the shibari and leaving her covertly bound, the rope constricting her pleasantly in a way the people on her bus ride would never know.

"Of course love, but one more parting gift. If your training is anything like ours was, tomorrow is going to be... ehehe... masturbation study."

Training?

The word plays in Amelia's mind even more than the other, masturbation, which certainly has her nervous. As hours tick her into night once more, Amelia finds herself unable to sleep. Sitting at her desk, she opens her laptop and starts looking up tutorials for female pleasure and feels herself a robot. Fingers hook into the rope tightly hugging her form and she bites her lip, the arousal only seems to come when she thinks of that playful stranger and their whims. Determined to make a good impression and not humiliate herself tomorrow, Amelia leans back and follows the embarrassing educational videos on her screen as best she can.

All night long, Amelia trains.